T​his is what I live by, my motivation to be a better man: How will I be remembered?At the end of your life don't let it be said of you: "He was late, forgetful, and disorganized. He always said he would reach his goals, but never did. His is a legacy of failure." But let it be said instead: "He was honest and true, always keeping his word. He was a strong leader that could be trusted and relied on. He was always one to act. His is a legacy of success."

What kind of legacy will you leave behind? Remember that our decisions determine our destiny. Choose your path and never leave it.​Life's a garden. Dig it!

I wrote this poem two weeks before the end of my mission. It is my witness of the reality of the Atonement of Jesus Christ.

"Whom Shall I Send?"My head was high, my smile proudMy heart was hard, my laughter loud.I loved myself, and me aloneMy brother lacked, I had a throne.I saw him lonely, with a frownTo build me up, I tore him down.I laughed and mocked his lonely stareThe pain I caused I did not care.The praise of man, my only goalCaused me to lie, destroyed my soul.To change my ways, I had no thoughtIn my own eyes I had a lot.I spent my life on useless thingsI gave my all to worldly dreams.

Then came the day when all was lostWith nothing left I felt the cost.The pain was great, my soul was rackedI lost my strength, my body slacked.I fell upon my knees to pray"Dear God" I said "take me away.I see my sin, I cannot bearTo stand beneath thy piercing stare.I never knew such dreadful painBut this I know: I am to blame.Take me now and seal my fateI can't be saved, it is too late."

Then in my mind I saw a treeWith olive leaves, Gethsemane.I saw a man on bended kneeHis head hung low, I heard His plea:"Thy will be done, not mine" He saidAnd then He fell, His body bled.From every pour how great the pain!I heard His voice, He called my name.I looked and saw another treeUp on a hill called Calvary.I saw Him there up through the fogThe Son of Man, the Son of God.The King of Kings, a crown of thornsWith nothing more was He adorned.I looked at Him, He looked at meAnd then to God, I heard His plea:"It is now done, I've paid the costThat this poor soul will not be lost.I've done the work thou gavest meNow take my spirit back to thee."His head hung down and then He diedWith nail-marked hands and wounded side.

Back on my knees I changed my plea:"How could this all have been for me?I am not worthy of thy loveThou art so great, the God above."And then the voice I heard before:"I came to earth among the poor.The broken heart I came to mendI am He whom God did send.To show the world He loved it soI told my Father 'I will go.'"

"Oh Lord my God I know it's trueYou really lived and suffered too.But if the price was really paidAnd if you suffered on that dayWhy must I still feel such pain?What victory does my suffering gain?"

Another voice came in replyMy Heavenly Father told me why.He said "My son, I called you hereTo feed my sheep and have no fear.You had to know what Christ went throughI have a work for you to do.But pride had filled your foolish heartAnd you could not fulfill your part.Your head was high, your smile proudYour heart was hard, your laughter loud.You loved yourself and you aloneYour brother lacked, you had a throne.You saw him lonely, with a frownTo build yourself, you tore him down.You laughed and mocked his lonely stareThe pain you caused you did not care.The praise of man, your only goalCaused you to lie, destroyed your soul.To change your ways you had no thoughtIn your own eyes you had a lot.You spent your life on useless thingsYou wasted all on worldly dreams.You are my servant and my sonThere is a battle to be won.I have some sheep for you to findThey lost their way, got left behind.They need to know what Christ went throughAnd so to find them I sent you.I need your might, your mind, your strengthI need a heart that has been changed.So one last time I'll ask againTo these lost sheep, whom shall I send?"